One Night

Ginny did not have to go far.

Draco Malfoy was on her doorstep.

He stepped over threshold, seeming to tower over her, a smirk on his face, his head cocked to the side. Ginny, who had been grabbing her coat from a hook by the door, lowered her arm.

"Going somwhere?" he asked, confidence exuding every single syllable - he'd known exactly where she'd been going.

"Not any more," she replied. And then he was driving for her, kicking the door shut, hands caught in her hair, pushing her back along the hall, bumping off walls, hitting the stairs, tumbling over bottom step and falling, sprawling on the ground.

"Drac," she murmured numbly, as Draco trailed hot, urgent kisses down her throat. "Could we do this somewhere a little more comfortable? Like the middle of a road?"

He chuckled against her neck, the sound vibrating through her shin. It tickled.

"How about a bed?" he suggested succintly.

She pretended to consider it. "Well it's different, but it might just work," she said at last.

"OK," and with that, Draco stood up, scooped her up and over his shoulder, and started up the stairs.

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Draco dumped her unceremoniously onto her bed and stood back, under the pretense of unbuttoning his coat. What he was really doing was taking the opportunity to look at her. Just look at her. With her bright hazel eyes gleaming in the dull light, her firey hair mused up, her stocky form sprewn across the covers, pushing her pelvic bones up and her lengthening her legs. Freckles like little stars were dotted at her nose and her shoulders and elbows.

His coat slipped to the floor.

Let it have been a fluke, he thought, as he lowered himself over her. Please, don't let this feeling be permanent.

Then all semblance of calculated, rational thought fled him. He was lost again.

Ginny reached up and tugged him hungrily to her. He could feel her urgency, he could feel clearly that all she wanted right now was the devour him whole. And he wasn't about to stop her.

Her legs twisted firmly around his waist, tugging him right into her, pulling him as close as she could. His shirt and trousers were gone in a matter of seconds, her mouth smothered him, kissing him with a desperation he couldn't help but respond to.

He stripped her of her T-shirt, her trousers, and her underwear in deft, practiced movements. This was easy. This was something he'd had rather a lot of practice at. Then, unfortunately, she shifted her hips and rubbed against him, and it was his undoing. He gasped as his whole body caught fire, his skin erupted in a glistening sweat as her hands clutched at his back.

He was hard and throbbing, and it worried him that she'd done this with such unusual ease. Her hand pulled his arching back in, and his stomach flattened against hers. He could feel her panting in his ear, her wet mouth lapping at his lips, her legs tangling in his.

He felt like he was just outside his own body. He could see her, her small hands all over his arms and back, her breathless gasps ruffling his hair. What was this? Then he saw himself, kissing her, taking her nipple into his mouth, his hands cupping her face as he pushed himself up against her, insistent.

Both their hands slid down at the same time, both aiming at the same area.

He choked slightly as Ginny's warm fingers encicled him gently, her palm sliding softly up and down. His breath caught awkwardly. He didn't like having her in so much control over him, but at the moment there was absolutely no way he was going to protest. His voice broke and a moan like a wave broke from his throat. He heard Ginny laugh quietly, obviously in more of a right mind than he was.

"Ginny," he breathed, kissing her mouth heavily, wanting to taste her.

She laughed against his mouth. "Calm down Draco, we're nearly there."

He dropped his head into her shoulder. There was a tightening behind his hips which was distinctly wonderful, if writhingly frustrating. He felt his hips buck, beyond his control. Ginny chuckled again.

"Shh..." she murmured, as she moved her hand faster. He wimpered.

"How're you doing this?" he asked, rocking against her.

She nimbled on his earlobe. "Magic..." she whispered, slipping him inside her and lifting her knees either side of his flanks.

Then all he could do was thrust wildly into her, the space between his hips aching, his need uncomprehensible.

There was an explosion somewhere in the same, white-hot area, and his mind went completely blank, nerves tingling all over his sweating body, his toes and fingers numb. Bliss.

&

"Draco? Drac, wake up. I've got breakfast."

Ginny was sitting, cross legged and glowing, next to him. He squinted up at her, fuzzy pink light spilling in through the curtains.

"S'morning?"

She smiled. "Yes. Strawberry?"

His eyes came around to the tray on the bed. Heaps of strawberries, punnets of peaches, tubs of fluffy whipped cream.

"Clichéd, I know," she said simply, sucking on a strawberry. "But they do say the old'ens are the best."

It took Draco a bit more time before he was awake enough to remember anything of importance. Then all he could do was sit and watch her, thinking, that was no bloody fluke. Crap.

Her hand was in front of his mouth, a dripping slice of peach dangling from it. Dimly he allowed her to feed it to him, feeling the flavour burst tastelessly onto his tongue. It was sitting in front of the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, looking at the robes, taking the brooms for a test drive... and knowing you can't buy anything.

Ginny shuffled down next to him.

"You feeling OK, Draco?" she asked lightly, sipping the juice from various pieces of fruit, making him insanely jealous. It was morning, it was light. No kissing, no hugging, no coupley stuff. Draco had never missed coupley stuff before. Now all he wanted to do was roll over, and go back to sleep. With Ginny next to him.

"You were pretty mad last night," she said, faintly amused. "I don't think I've ever seen you quite so wild."

"Hmm," he said.

Ginny licked her fingers, sat up, and stripped off her shirt. She stood, naked, in front of him for a second, then said,

"I'm going to take a shower."

He nodded. "Alright."

Her mouth cocked up at one corner. "You are free to join me, you know."

"I... I'll be right there," he said. "Just give me a minute."

She shrugged and left the room, smiling happily.

"Yeah, 'cause you've got loads to smile over," he thought bitterly, not meaning one single note of malice. He dropped his head into his hands. "Bugger."

Oh Merlin... he was like... in love, or something, wasn't he? Damn it! After three days? That's not possible.

He growled at the wall. What the hell am I going to do?

Well, his mind said clearly, as his brain chugged into motion, let's have a quick look at your situation.

Must we?

Yes. Now - you've got one naked woman inviting you into her shower, a plate of fruit on a bed, a bowl of whipped cream, and a hard-on. Doesn't take a genious, Einstein.

Draco almost smiled. Now that he was awake enough to at least try and shut down his emotions, he did realise that if there were any disadvantages, there were quite a few things here to cancel them out.

"Best of a bad situation," he told himself firmly, grabbing the tray and following Ginny into the bathroom. "Besides, maybe I can persuade her into a relationship."

Ginny felt the water easing every stress and pulled muscle out of her body. The steam licked her skin, her hair soaked already.

Then something different. Something that made her physically stagger. One, long, cool finger, slipping in between her aching legs.

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I liked it, but I'm biased. Opinions please, no flames. Thanks!